Redbud branch showed in frost’s cover, white-silver of lawn the same. In lavender and lilac sky, peach-tone of tone colored in brush-stroke of heat to morning’s meek, In the room, still covered in night-dressing of white, she gazed upon the glowing change; thoughts going into distance of seasons and a place before restoring to return at take-embracing of his hold; arms in gentle wrap around, hand’s rest to low, womb-center of hips—brush stroke of heat to morning’s meek in soft pressure of their stay as he kissed her shoulder tops.
She looked onto world through window’s view—sky’s change, light’s melt of the frost over lawn and redbud branch near and prominent to eye.
She thought ahead to season of spring when—affected in warmth of touch—branch would blossom in full color, opened and bloomed, to long awaited touch.
Through her thought, he kissed her still, warmth of her inner raised to skin in meet and match to his in lips. Her body softened, lean-rest in fall and support to his. From womb-center rest of hold and place, his hands fell lower on. Lifting cover-fall of dress’ winter white; hand disappeared, covered and hidden in searching of touch beneath, warm and smooth to her under-skin; nearing, nearing, then gentle find; bodied response upon. She felt it then—warmth and spread—opened in her bloom.